Authors Notes: Well, hello there! I do think it has been long enough. –sigh- I really gotta pick up on this. I've had this chapter written forever…I've just not typed it. So here I am…updating. I'm sad to say I've lost many of you guys. I'm dearly sorry for the ever-painful wait. Thanks to all of my reviewers…100+ It makes me very happy to know there are people who still keep up with this story. So, not to delay you any longer, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hagaren. Only the plot of this story is mine. Also, there is a line from one of Robert Frost's poems in this fic. I understand that this particular piece of writing might've not been written in the time period that FMA is set in, but please, bypass this small thing. I do not own that line of poetry. It belongs to R. Frost himself.

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Title: Only the Moon Will Know

Chapter: 7

The sun was warm…he didn't want to wake up yet. He was so warm…he felt so safe. Edward winced and cuddled closer to the warm figure beside him. His hair had long since come undone, and it fell across a broad chest and his own small shoulders. Finally, with a sigh, he opened his eyes. Coals met ambers and they merely stayed locked onto each other. How long had Roy been awake?

" I see you decided to join the rest of the world, finally, Full Metal."

All the raven-haired alchemist would receive was a small, dissatisfied grunt that plainly told Mustang to shut up. This allowed a smirk to cross over the Colonel's lips. The older man ran his fingers through those light blonde locks.

" Oh? Did I leave you speechless? I have a tendency to do that."

" Shut up, Colonel Ego."

" Heh. There's the Edward I know."

" You're about to know this Edward's fist, too."

Roy rolled his eyes and flicked Ed's forehead lightly. They moved so casually with each other. Even though they were having one of their normal spats, they lay cuddled together. Edward yawned lightly and allowed his eyes to slide shut once more. He was so comfortable beneath the thick blanket while lying next to Roy. Something just seemed right while they were there.

" D'you have work today?"

"Ha! Nope. If I did, I would already be a gunpoint about now. Hawkeye would be absolutely furious, you know."

" You seem almost happy that you would be put at gunpoint."

" Oh yes. It just thrills me to tears."

Again, a grunt was given. Edward shifted just enough to get comfortable again. Silence fell upon them both. The Flame stared off into the seemingly endless ceiling. As the younger boy cat napped against him, he took noticed of a very unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. They both were happy, but it was not right.

He took into consideration the risks they were taking. They both could lose their jobs. Relationships that spawned in the military usually were frowned upon by their higher ups. He would only cause Edward trouble along the way. If enemies figured out their feelings…he would only put Ed in danger. He sighed lightly, and closed his eyes. Why did he have to have the ability to think in such a way? Why did those thoughts have to come to his head.

" Edward…" A shift in position of the blonde told him that the boy was indeed awake. Roy sat up slightly, pulling the boy up with him. " We can't do this anymore."

Golden hues revealed themselves finally. They were shocked…confused. He hated that look. He knew he had hurt the boy already.

" I lead you on…"

" W-…What?" Edward stammered.

" I lied to you. "

Silence.

" It's better that you and I never come together like this again."

" But…you…"

" Don't you understand what I am saying? I don't want you here…" His voice snapped, growing louder with each cold word. Hurriedly, Edward sat up. He glared into those dark eyes.

"You're a pathetic liar, Mustang."

Roy leaned forwards, staring deeply into those golden eyes. They were already filling with pain. He wanted to hold the boy…to tell him he was lying about lying. Ha, how ironic was that. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Edward's. It was a lifeless kiss. It was as if it was a sad farewell. In a sense, it was. Edward merely sat through the small kiss, staring blankly ahead.

"…Go, Edward."

The Full Metal one stared down at the bed at first, he wanted to say something, to scream, to yell…but he didn't. Soon he slid from the bed. He winced as he stood. He still had some strength in his legs. But this, alone, made everything ten times harder. He slumped into his room. The door slammed, a loud crash was heard, and silence proceeded it. Roy sighed and leaned back against his headboard. Why did things have to be like this? If he got close to Ed…bad things would happen. He didn't want to hurt Ed even more than he had. He didn't want to lose Ed too…not after all that had been happening.

He buried his face in his hands and shuddered. No tears came, but a grief so heavy fell upon him. This was not what he wanted, but it had to happen.

Days…even weeks passed, and it was as though nothing happened between them. They were back to their normal bickering and joking. No one noticed the change that had definitely set in on both alchemists. Edward was finally able to return to his work completely, so their meetings became rare. Roy was trying to catch up on missed work from his leave for Edward. It was boring, so he found himself wandering off on many occasions. Surely, though, the barrel of a gun would ease him back into his seat behind his desk.

He had experienced many late nights, far beyond Riza's surveillance. He wanted to get the work done and out of the way so he could relax. Tonight had been one of those late nights. The second consecutive one at that. His hand became weary of writing and his eyes were drawing heavy. He had been energized by coffee all day. That could only hold him up so long.

Soon enough, he tidied his desk and stood up. Moving towards the window, he sighed and stared out into the darkening sky. Such a sight would've calmed him weeks ago, but now it only disturbed him. It allowed him to think. He hated thinking…well, about that. Soon enough, his attention caught onto something in the courtyard below.

Edward had only left the library minutes ago. He thought he had been tired, but his mind had played a trick on him. He merely grew bored of performing research. Deciding it was better to avoid the quarters for now, he headed down the hallway. They had added many new things to the building. They were still trying to finish many of the rooms…thus, Edward stayed lodged with Roy. They hardly got to even say hello to each other. When one got home, the other was sleeping or doing work. Sometimes, one would not come home at all. It was a normal thing for them, now.

Wandering out into the courtyard, he sighed. He clutched a folder to his side as he walked into the cold place. The flooring was a sheer black marble of some sort. There were similar marble benches settled around a serene fountain. No matter how upset he was feeling, it always seemed to allow his emotions to calm. Setting the folder on one of the benches, he moved to gaze up at the fountain. It was new, here. It was obvious, too.

In the center was a man standing, a bright smile on his face. In one hand he held his military cap, in the other arm, he held a little girl on his side. It was Maes Hughes…just how he would want to be remembered. Though, he was surprised that they didn't merely show him surrounded in photos. That is how people would really remember him.

They stood upon a lovely bed of porcelain flowers, which, from their centers, spilled a crystal like water into a large pool below it. On a plaque, the words "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. " were scrawled upon it. This quote was left idly in his will, so, in his commemoration, they put this upon his memorial.

Ed slumped down to the edge of the fountain and sighed. He rested his arms on the sides, and placed his chin on his arms.

" It goes on? Why is it different for me? Why can't I go on?"

These words were whispered into the silent night. Nature responded to him. It's sweet lullabies started up. Crickets chirped while the wind blew, and the grass hissed softly. Edward closed his eyes and shuddered. It was cold, but he soon became numb to the chill. His face stung, hot with tears.

" Damn it. I'm crying over that bastard…"

He lifted a arm to forcefully wipe the tears away, but it was stopped in motion. Well, it was more so blocked. A warm hand pressed to his cheek and wiped those tears away. The touch was gently…soothing. The scent alone told him who it was. He glared into the dark water before him.

" Don't…touch me!"

He jerked and slapped Roy's hand away violently. The Flame Alchemist seemed to have suspected it. Ed's cheeks filled in with a red color from embarrassment as well as anger.

" What are you doing here, Mustang?" His words were acidic.

" I could ask you the same thing, Full Metal."

" Don't yo—"

" To tell the truth, Elric…I'm surprised that you could even see the water. You're so short, it was amazing enough to see you able to reach the edge of the fountain."

When silence carried on instead of angered shouting, Roy became concerned.

" Though, I'm shocked that you could reach the bench to put this folder there. Or that you could even write such a detailed report. For a child, you're pretty talented."

" You read…my report?"

Edward lunged, a fist forward in his fury. He would surely miss…especially when Roy held one hand out and pressed it to Edward's forehead. With one small push, Ed lost balance and lurched dangerously backwards. He took hold of Roy's arm for support, but fell anyways, pulling Roy with him. With one loud splash, they both found themselves in quite the predicament.

The Flame fell atop Full Metal. Both of them were in a state of shock, and wore matching scarlet upon their cheeks.

" Fancy meeting you here…" Roy grinned.

"…You're hopeless." Edward splashed water up into the Colonel's face.

" Am I? I've got hope, sure."

Edward rolled his eyes, and Mustang smirked. While Edward was not paying any mind to him, Mustang made it a point for their lips to make contact. The kiss was simple at first, but both of them showed a deep longing for the other within the few moments their lips had met. With another kiss, tongue clashed with tongue. It was a slow battle, though. Ed's arms wrapped up around Roy's neck, while the other's strong arms hugged Ed close by the waist.

When air was vital, they pulled away.

" I told you, Mustang. You're a pathetic liar."

Roy rolled his eyes. So Edward had caught him on that small matter. Pulling from the alchemist, he splashed the boy in the face and stood. The air was cold upon him…so he crouched down slightly.

" It's best that we go now, so pe—"

Yeah, the older one had a mouth full of water, mid-sentence. The devious blonde hid behind the statue of Maes, peeking out at the darker haired one with a devilish grin on his face.

" What was that, Mustang? I didn't hear you…"

" You little…--"

Another splash.

" I am not little."

" Little enough t—"

Again.

" Don't you dare say it aga—"

Before he knew it, he was picked up over Roy's shoulder. Roy had practically pounced on him. This was a pleasant feeling.

" Like I was trying to say before. It's better if we go, because if someone were to catch us, things would not be too pleasant. Besides, it's cold. We should get inside and warm up."

" What the hell, Mustang!"

" What ever is wrong, Widdle Edo?"

" You horny bastard, lemme go!"

Just as Edward demanded, Roy slid Edward down in front of him.

" There you are, Napoleon."

" WHAT? ARE YOU CALLING ME A MOUSY LITTLE SHRIMP WHO HAS TO BE SEEN WITH A—ack!"

Roy, again, swept Edward from his feet. He carried the blonde alchemist like a bride, and moved inside the building. Neither of them would mourn the loss of Edward's paper work, which, was strategically scattered all along the courtyard. They would not mourn it until the next morning.

T.B.C…

Authors Notes: Well, I finally finished it! Now, I'm off to bed. XD I'm sorry if it seems rushed. I'll fix it if there are problems. For those of you wanting your lemon/lime/yaoi scene, expect it next chapter. I struggled with this chapter...so I'm sorryif someting doesnot make sense. Feel free to e-mail meat on to the cliffe!